"I may be little, but I've got enough strength in my legs to block it"

Boots back on, my feet against the door, I was lying on my back and keeping my eyes closed, the book lying on my chest and my arms under my head so I could be comfortable. I heard some footsteps stopping in front of the door once in a while, but I ignored it. It feels nice not to care. Should have tried before today, it really does help on my mood…until I hear the knob turn and feel someone trying to open the door. I keep my legs straight, the door not moving from the doorframe at all. And now that voice resounds again.

"Is that door lockable from the inside?"

As if that would make any sense when this room is obviously a cell. I open my eyes a little. Nope, still can't see through that little window. Well, no matter. I close my eyes once more, sighting. Maybe I should have thought before making some weird wishes. Wanting to be someone else… well yeah, a pirate is someone other than I, but this is ridiculous. Who would see me as a pirate, anyway? I think the only thing I can do is…well, being sneaky with my shrimp size. As the door is being pushed again, I grumble.

"Why do you try pushing it when you think it's locked? It's not locked anyway…"

He must have heard for the pressure on the door stops for a moment and I hear the voice mumble.

"So she's blocking it. I'll make her move, then"

I better move from there. I sit down and move myself on the side, back against the wall right next to the door. I hear him take a step back and he bangs against the door. Since the door wasn't fully closed, he had nothing to hold him from going too far. As a result, he jolts through the entire room and knocks against the wall on the other side. I grimace a little.

"Ouch, that must have hurt…"

I look at the person who had just came in. Yep, aside from the boiler suit, the blue and pink cap and the sunglasses, he was the exact same guy from my class. I cross my arms on my chest, the book now on my laps, as he turns around, a hand up on his nose. He doesn't look happy for sure.

"That wasn't very nice"

I stick out my tongue a little and l almost glare at him.

"Like spying on me and taking me by force from my town was nicer"

He lowers his hand, looking quite serious, a little like a bodyguard who blocks the way to a bunch of fan girls.

"You were much more civilized back in the pastry classes"

"Between a classroom and a submarine, I think there is quite the big difference. And, had I really decided not to be civilized, I wouldn't have just moved from the door, I would have tried to make you trip as well. Oh, and I would be laughing at your face and saying stuff like 'serves you right' Speaking of which…"

I hate myself at times like these…

"…are you alright? Unless you are made of feathers, it must have…well, hurt…a little…"

I grimace a little once more, but don't look away, lifting a hand to my left shoulder, rubbing my neck on the side. Somehow, even though I knew he had been spying on me and he was a pirate and stuff, I couldn't hate him. I still see him as that classmate who was a little clumsy but still nice with the others, unless they got on his nerves of course. I can't see his eyes, but he seems a little less serious now. He removes his hand from his nose, showing the slightly red color of it. He had bumped it against the wall, no doubt about it.

"It's fine, something like that doesn't hurt"

He walks closer and stops in front of me, arms crossed and looking at the hand I had lifted.

"Did you got hurt there or something?"

I look at him and remove my hand from my neck, a little lost.

"What do you mean?"

"You did that a lot in class, rubbing your neck on the left side, especially when you used your left arm for a long time"

I hadn't noticed myself. Did I do it that often? Can't show a weakness like that, though.

"I…I don't think I do it that often. Must be nothing…"

He stays silent for a moment, then suddenly bends down and catches me by the armpits, making me open round eyes.

"What are you…?"

He lifts me from the ground, making me stiff and panic.

"He-hey! P-put me down! What are you doing?!"

He puts me down again and, I notice it this time, I lift my hand to my neck. I blink a little, my gaze getting lost for an instant. As I focus again, I see him cross his arms on his chest.

"See what I mean? It can't be nothing if you protect that spot by instinct. You should show the captain. Maybe he could do something about it"

I stiff a little and shake my head.

"No, it's fine. I don't want him to look at it anyway"

I pick up the book from the ground and take some distance from him. He tilts his head on the side, probably keeping his gaze on me.

"You know, even if you don't want to be here, you became a part of the crew since captain decided to take you along. If something doesn't feel right, you can just say it, other than the fact that you say you can't be a pirate. Since you'll be staying with us, you better make yourself at home"

He shows the room a little.

"Which starts by leaving this room. You're locking yourself up on your own, right now. You're not a prisoner anymore. You can pass the door whenever you want"

I look at the room around, a sight sarcastic smirk on my lips as I speak in a low voice

"I'll have to find a way out of this prison cell I've built myself, but it won't be just by passing the door"

I look down at the book in my hands, thoughtful. All these years…I've passed them building a wall around myself, around my heart. I doubt it will fall this easily. I lift my eyes and see Shachi walking to the door, opening it even wider so it looks like there isn't even a door there.

"If you can't get out yourself, then let the door open. At least you'll let the outside know you're alive"

My gaze widens as he leaves the room. He didn't force me to go out, but he succeeded at doing one thing…he opened the door I wanted to keep shut so much.

Sorry for the length of this chapter. Hope you still love the story, even if the girl is totally normal. I'll continue writting.

Ps: for those reading A second chance for a sentenced girl, I am currently writting a chapter for it. This might be close to the last chapter, unfortunately. I am losing my muse a little for this one and I do not want to disappoint anyone by not being able to continue it, so I am preparing the ending.